Liam looked half-upset ... "Was that not to your liking, Lieutenant?"

Hutchcraft did not have a happy face, either;"Not really, Bartender. Might be good for Klingons but I'll think I'll stick to human drinks."

Liam shrugged. "Too bad, my friend" he sighed to the Lieutenant. Hutchcraft walked out of Ten Forward, and headed towards his quarters.

He walked slowly, half thinking about what the Counselor had been talking about. Hutchcraft was no longer an Ensign. He had been placed in a responsible position. Responsible for the lives of three Security Officers, perhaps even the whole of Security if Lt.Sterner was not there. While the numbers were barely in two digits, Hutchcraft felt under pressure. He felt even more under pressure at the thought of being responsible for everyone on the ship.

On arrival of his quarters, his immediate reaction was to get some unrestful sleep.

.... he awoke only 8 hours later. He felt annoyed that he still had 4 1/2 hours left until Troy and Shtik's Holodeck programme. He got up on his legs, noticed he was still in his uniform, and checked his mail, again.

It appeared that everyone in his shift had already done enough training to fulfill Sterner's requirements. This left just him. The Lieutenant had planned on going to the holodecks before his shift. However, with a new sense of boredom settling on him, he decided that he would have to do it now, or face spending the next four hours staring into a nebula. He spoke ...

"Computer, how many members of Security have yet to accompolish Lt Sterner's holodeck training?" he spoke firmly to nothingness.

[Working. Logs indicate that Lt.Jg Quall, Ensign Enquist ...]

The computer was interrupted by Hutchcraft. He felt it was time he started to meet the other members of Security, and the rest of the ship, seeing as he would have to look after them if Sterner was away. He quickly tapped his com-badge.

"Ensign Enquist ...."

No answer. He decided to go to the holodecks anyhow.

He arrived at the Holodeck, to see that Ensign Enquist was in one of the Holodecks. 'Well' he thought to himself 'Maybe I should see how Enquist is doing'

He walked into the Holodeck, to see the Ensign fighting a rather powerful looking women. His first thoughts were that Enquist was doing well. His next thoughts were quite the reverse.

The woman plunged her sword into Enquist. The holodeck security wasn't working properly, obviously. He thought that maybe the holodeck should attend some of Semanka's lessons.

"Computer, end programme!" he shouted outloud. The scenery changed to the standard black and yellow holodeck. He ran up to Enquist, put him on his back, and walked out of the Holodeck.

"Now Andyboy... " he began to talk to himself, the Ensign unconcious on his shoulders "What does this scene remind you of ..."

This was the scene Hutchcraft was most familiar with. Even though it had only happened twice. First it was carrying Borg Soldiers across to transporters, next it was carrying fallen comrades from training to sickbay. The looks he had gained from earlier had appeared again, except this time the focus was more on Enquist. People were already accustomed to Hutchcraft's strangeness.

On entrance to sickbay, Dr.Rousseau sighed at the sight of yet another injured security officer.

"Oh no, not another one" she pointed at a row of beds, most filled with securiy officers. Hutchcraft noticed that Ensign Sobra was recovering from a leg injury.

"Bellen take this one to another bed" she ordered, before returning to Hutchcraft "Don't you macho Security types get a little sick of injuring yourself all the time"

Hutchcraft was very tempted. While his sarcasm was minor around men, around women it was even worse. However, he was also concerned with the increasing injuries. Even more worrying, was that he was next in line for the Sterner holodeck treatment.

"Well Sterner's told us to train in medieval weapons" Hutchcraft shrugged "If you ask me it's a crazy idea, not to mention unsafe. Plus I think the holodeck's security isn't working properly..."

"Well your the Assistant Chief of Security, why don't you do something? Before you come in here with another bad injury" Rousseau was right. He was the assistant, he should assist. His first task, was to sort out the holodeck.

Andrew walked away from the Doctor, allowing her time to work on Enquist and the others. He tapped his comm-badge

"Lt.Kane, think you could tell one of your men to have a look at the Holodeck. The security over-ride isn't working too well"

[Sure thing, Lt.Hutchcraft. Kane out]

Next thing to deal with was Sterner. Training on the holodeck was one thing, but being ordered to train in weapons your not familiar with seemed crazy, and unnecessary. He tapped his comm-badge once more ....

[Lt.Sterner here]

"Lieutenant, this is Hutchcraft" Andrew spoke into the comm-badge almost authoritively "Can you please meet me in Sickbay, I need to have a word, and I think Rousseau might not be happy either"

[Can it wait, Lieutenant]

"Not really, sir" Hutchcraft was filled with a sense of power.

[Okay Hutchcraft, I'll be there in a second. Sterner out]

Hutchcraft re-focussed his attention on Ensign Enquist, and the other fallen officers.

Dead Clare
Lieutenant Junior-Grade Andrew Hutchcraft,
Assistant Chief of Security, USS Galaxy
Ensign Rick Verner, Security Officer, USS Sovereign

At his last post Dyllan had spent the better part of a non-descript week researching late 20th century entertainment. In particular, television programs; and under that phylum a program called Roseanne. Roseanne was a weekly repeating theatrical performance in which an extremely dominant female exercised her authority upon the male members of the family. Dan seemed to be the most distinctive character. He had the ability to divert his hostility and seemingly throw it away with negligible aftereffects. Dan drank mass quantities of ale. His favorite was made by a company called Budweizer. Since discovering Roseanne, Dyllan had made a pastime of watching the show while drinking a can of Budweizer, or sometimes multiple cans.

This night was as usual predominantly boring. After finishing another uninteresting shift re-calibrating the deuterium flow regulators Dyllan found that life aboard the Galaxy was not as exciting as it had been hyped to be. Most of the off-shift senior officers were on the holodeck watching Star Wars, a good flick, but one he had seen too many times to count. It was notably irksome that he had not been invited, and thusly had not attended. Alas it was another evening of Roseanne and Schienfeld.

Dyllans eyes were beginning to get heavy; and he relocated to an inviting looking bunk soon finding himself asleep. One microcosm in a galaxy too full to count. Tomorrow, maybe something entertaining would take place aboard the Starship Galaxy.

LtJg Dyllan Shane
USS Galaxy, Engineering

Deiran looked at D’tarna as he stood in the sickbay entrance.

"You can come in, Deiran, you’ve already had your physical," D’tarna said with a smile.

"Don’t remind me!" he blurted back at his substitute sister. D’tarna walked over to the entrance of sickbay and dragged Deiran out into the hall.

"Deiran thanks for coming," Bellen’s face was glowing with happiness and contentment.

"Sure. What’s up?" Casey asked.

"Well," she paused and sighed. "I was wondering..."

"Ya know, D’tarna? You have such an evil streak in you!" Joked Deiran.

"Okay, WHAT IS IT?!"

"Would you give me away at my wedding?"

Deiran’s heart sank with that question. He was overwhelmed with emotion. "D’tarna, it would give me great pleasure to give you away at your wedding. I’m so honored by your request!"

D’tarna hugged Deiran and gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek. Deiran blushed.

"I’ll see you later, I have to go attend to some injury prone security officers."

"No problem sis!" Deiran replied with a wide smile. He was so proud that she asked him, he couldn’t get the smile off his face.

He left the outside entrance of sickbay and headed for the turbolift. He had to report to the Bridge at 1530 hours, it was 1515 according to the computer.

After Beta Shift.
Deiran, D’tarna and Jensen entered the dark holodeck… completely unaware of what was about to happen.

After the show D’tarna and Deiran were walking the ship’s corridors, just talking.

"What was it like being shot at by your girlfriend?" D’tarna giggled.

"She shot at me?" Deiran asked.

D’tarna’s mouth was wide open in response. "No, I’m serious, Deiran, what did you think?"

"I’m serious too," he replied.

D’tarna couldn’t stop laughing.

"The girl could’ve killed you! what was going through your mind?" D’tarna asked, still laughing.

"Well, I remember when she entered the arena and then I saw her hair down. After that I kind of went into a dream state, I was just so mesmerized at how beautiful Miran is with her hair down."

"Deiran, you’ve got it bad, brother! I mean real bad."

Deiran smiled, "I know!I know!" They continued walking. D’tarna changed the subject.

"It was a great show wasn’t it?" she asked.

"Of course it was! Miran was in it!"

D’tarna laughed and patted him on the back, "how’s your stomach feel?"

Joerg was working in his office, when his communicator chirped.

"Lieutenant Sterner here." he answered the call.

[Lieutenant, this is Hutchcraft. Can you please meet me in Sickbay, I need to have a word, and I think Rousseau might not be happy either.]

"Can it wait, Lieutenant?"

[Not really, sir.]

"Okay Hutchcraft, I'll be there in a second. Sterner out."

Joerg was thinking what Hutchcraft was doing in sickbay and what he could want from him. But it seemed that his presence was urgently needed there, so he quickly left his office.

******** Sickbay ********

Some minutes later he arrived at sickbay, where Lieutenant Hutchcraft and Doctor Rousseau already awaited him. Looking around, he saw many well-known faces. Most of the beds in sickbay were occupied by security personal. It looks like they all had minor injuries, but he decided to ask the doctor for a more accurate diagnosis.

"You wanted to talk to me?" he addressed both the doctor and his security officer.

"Yes, it's about these security programs of yours." the doctor began.

"What's about them?" Joerg asked, not knowing what the doctor was up to.

"They are very dangerous. Look around you, these are all victims of your programs!" Hutchcraft said energetically.

"What happened to them?" Joerg asked.

"They all have several cuts and bruises, what looks like from some kind of old weapons." Doctor Rousseau explained.

"But they will recover soon and be fit for duty again. Except for Ensign Enquist. He received a serious wound in the chest, but we were able to stabilize him. Lieutenant Hutchcraft here saves his life, when he was looking for him." she continued pointing at Andrew.

"I saw him using one of your programs, when he was injured by the holographic enemy." Hutchcraft told Sterner.

"But that's impossible. The holodeck's security should prevent such things. Have you investigated, what caused this malfunction?" Joerg asked.

Andrew was about to answer, when Doctor Rousseau interrupted him.

"Would you please discuss this at another place. This is after all sickbay, and there are some patients here who need rest."

"Ok." the two security officers nearly simultaneous answered and they left for the security office.

On their way to security, they discussed the matter over and over. Lieutenant Hutchcraft told his superior, that he already has requested someone to look at the appropriate holodeck. Joerg found, that until they found the reason for the accident, that holodeck should be closed.

Upon arriving at his office, he quickly wrote a note to everyone on the ship, that holodeck 4 will be closed until further notice. He also wrote one to the Captain, where he explained the reason for the close-down of holodeck 4. After he had done this, Andrew started a new discussion.

"I don't understand why we should train with those 'medieval weapon' programs of yours. It is unnecessary to endanger all security personal, with weapons they don't know." Hutchcraft let out all his anger about the recent accident.

"Lieutenant, I don't know for certain what you mean with 'medieval weapon' programs, but I think you refer to the holodeck accident of Ensign Enquist." Joerg stated.

"Yes, your stupid idea of training with unusual and out-of-date weaponry." Andrew replied.

"Let me make this clear for you. I ordered all security personal to use the training's programs more often, to improve their skills. That is necessary to keep a certain level of skill, don't you agree with that." Joerg asked furiously.

"Yes, that's right, but .." Andrew tried to continue.

"Yes I know, but not with 'out-of-date weaponry'. I know what you are trying to say. Fact is, that there are plenty of other training's programs than 'security-alpha12', you keep referring to. Fact is, that there are many weapons to choose from in the previously mentioned program, other than medieval types. Fact is, that there are different difficult levels in that program, so the user can choose the opponents skill before the program starts. In my mind, Ensign Enquist know exactly what he was doing. The only thing that he couldn't know was that the holodeck was malfunctioning, which neither I nor my programs have caused." Joerg concluded his speech, while his face turned red from excitement.

But then he quickly thought about the last counseling session with Semanka, and how to control his emotions and he sat down again.

"But what if he hadn't known about the program he used and the weapons he choose?" Hutchcraft retorted.

"Lieutenant, do you use programs, that you don't know, without reading the appropriate instructions first?" Joerg asked sarcastically.

Joerg knew that this discussion could last forever, but he truly hoped that they would soon find a conclusion to their problem, whatever it was.

Lieutenant Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security - USS Galaxy NCC-70637

[We're at your coordinates Concordia, where are you? Repeat, where are you?] The frustrated communications officer screamed.

There was brief silence, then a deep voice was heard.

[Now..... we begin.]

"Captain! I'm detecting a Dominion warship on an intercept course!"

"Red Alert! All hands man your battle stations!"

The klaxon echoed through the corridors while red lights flashed. "Plot a course to that warship! Load all torpedo toobs and ready phasers!"

The ship changed course, heading straight at the Dominion warship. Once both ships were in range, they began to fire at each other. Both vessels rocked violently as each took hits. The two ships "rolled" around each other exchanging fire. Then the Dominion ship went silent, not making a move.

"What are they doing?"

"Not sure sir."

"Keep an eye on them"

"Aye sir!"

Suddenly, without warning, the starship heaved to and fro as if it took a hit, but the Dominion ship still laid silent. "Captain! I don't know how, but two more warships have appeared out of no where!"

The large starship started to make a hard turn to port, as the two warships strafed it. Then the silent Dominion warship awoke with a vengeance, firing its torpedoes and phasers at the turning starship.

Everywhere inside the starship chaos spread, some people tried to make it to the escape pods, while others stood their ground carrying out their duties. Sparks flew out of every conduit imaginable, spiratic fires broke out on several decks, while the whole ship filled with thick black smoke. Dead and wounded laid scattered around the corridors. On the bridge, the brave Captain and his valiant crew tried to save the whole ship, but every attempt at an evasive maneuver, was met by a torpedo slamming into the hull.

In desperation, the starship fired a full spread of photon torpedoes in hopes of slowing down the attack. The bridge crew watched as the four brilliant red illuminations streaked toward the warships. The torpedoes struck one of the ships, quickly destroying it. The other two continued their attack.

More torpedoes and more phaser fire made its way to the quickly weakening starship. More fires broke out, more people were killed, and the hull was beginning to look like a piece of Swiss cheese.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the Federation Starship Reprise. We're under attack by Dominion Warships! Repeat! This is the Federation Starship Reprise, we're severely damaged we ca........................"

Troy woke up in a cold sweat, breathing hard. He never had a dream about "The Incident", until now. He got out of bed and got himself a glass of water. The whole time he couldn't figure out why he had that dream. He wondered if it had anything to do with his grandfather coming on board soon. But it couldn't, he didn't have the dream the last time he saw his grandfather, it had to be something else. What it was, he wasn't sure.

Lieutenant JG Troy Blair
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

He poised infront of the hatch, his phaser ready. One... two.... three! Quall opened the hatch and popped out of the tube beside the warp core. Quickly looking around, he spotted three or four intruders. Aiming and firing, Quall stunned all of them. Ryan cautiously crept around the core, into the Chief Engineer's area.

Suddenly, he heard foot steps behind him. Spinning around and firing, Quall stunned the last intruder. Unfortunity, the intruder fired at him first. There was a searing pain in Quall's left arm. Looking over, he saw a nasty looking charred spot on his arm, right above the elbow. The pain was incredible.

He managed to get to environment control, where he added sleeping agent into the air supply to the bridge. All the intruders were neutralized.

The computer beeped, and the black and yellow holodeck walls reappeared. Quall looked at his arm, and decided to head towards sickbay... fast!

Lt.jg Quall
Assistant Chief of Security
USS Galaxy

Standing at Tactical, Troy's mind began to wonder. He thought about many things, seeing his grandfather again, the upcoming mission, but mostly he thought about the dream he had the night before. He had the dream after Captain Price told him about transporting his grandfather. But he dismissed his grandfather as being the cause, it had to be something else. He tried to remember the conversation he had with the Captain, the answer had to be there. The conversation was so quick that Troy didn't remember much about it. Then it dawned on Troy; Captain Price said they'd be going to Outpost Station 53. The area the incident occurred at was about a days travel from the station. Plus, the station led the investigation and had all the information on the ambush. Which put Troy's mind at ease, because he had lots of questions about what really happened.

He wasn't told much of the ambush, but there was more to it than what he was told. It would be a good chance to put his mind at ease and find out what really happened to the USS Reprise, NCC-81727.

Lieutenant JG Troy Blair
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

James Mitchell vowed never to take up a crewman's offer of buying a drink after shift until he got to know him/her better. After the movie, he had hauled Chief Jensen back to his quarters and dumped him there, but not before he congratulated D'Tarna Bellen on her engagement. He envied Shtik's ingenuity in his proposal method. "Its hard for a woman to say no to such a show of love and affection. I didn't think a Vulcan had it in him. It just goes to show what a woman can really do to a man's heart."

After waking up the next day with a hangover, he went to the computer to check his mail. There was a priority message blinking. Mitchell asked the computer to play back the message.

Lt. Mitchell. Please report to the XO for your Beta shift duties. We need to discuss your activities last night.

Commander Jamson

"Oh, oh...what did I do?" Mitchell thought with worry. "I'd better get moving." Mitchell hurriedly threw on his uniform, and, making sure it was prim and proper, he exited his quarters to find out what was going on.

***Corridor***

"Computer. Locate Commander Jamson."

[Commander Jamson is in his quarters]

"Thank you, computer."

***Jamson's Quarters***

When James got to the Cmdr's quarters, he started to sweat. Reaching over to buzz the door, he saw Chief Jensen sauntering down the corridor.

"Chief! What are you doing here?" Mitchell said when Chief Jensen stopped and the XO's quarters.

"I received a priority message to report here for Beta shift. You?"

"Same, its about last night."

Jensen's smile dropped off. "What? My message never said that!"

Just then the XO's door opened.

"Get in here, you two! Stop wasting time, we have some talking to do."

The two officers walked through, shaking at the knees. Jamson was sitting on his couch with a stern expression on his face.

"Where did you two get that popcorn?"

"Ships stores, sir." Jensen said.

"Are your quarters a mess? Either of you?"

"No, sir." They both spoke in unison.

"Did you forget something when you left the Cargo Bay?" Jamson got up and walked around the two officers, staring them down.

"Oh, no..." Mitchell said. "I knew we forgot something..." he whispered.

"Damn right, you did! You didn't clean up afterwards!" Jamson boomed.

"Didn't your mother teach you manners! I can't believe two Starfleet officers would act this way!"

Mitchell and Jensen were visibly scared. Neither one of them had received a reprimand like this before.

In a controlled albeit anger-filled voice, Jamson spoke quietly and tersely. "You two are to report to ships stores and clean up the mess you two left behind. I want that hold sparkling, you hear? Everything neatly put away, floors scrubbed. Got it!"

"Yes, sir!" They said.

"Good. Dismissed."

The two sullen officers left the First Officers quarters to attend to their punishment duties.
Ian Dickson
aka Lt.(jg) James Mitchell, Science Officer, Uss Galaxy
Lt. Shawn O'Malley, Chief Science Officer, USS Crusader
Lt. Tiran Cabrill. Chief Science Officer, Uss Sovereign

"Of course I don't, sir" Hutchcraft lined the word sir with a sense of mockery "But just because you read some instructions does not mean that you know what your doing. Just because I can read through an engineering manual does not make me able to redesign a Sovereign-Class Vessel"

Hutchcraft was trying to settle down. It was too late. The adrenline of the argument was already in his blood.

"Well, I did demonstrate them ..." Sterner started to defend himself. Hutchcraft aggresively interrupted.

"NOT TO ME YOU DIDNT!" Hutchcraft shouted. Sterner didn't look to happy.

"LISTEN HUTCHCRAFT YOU ARE SERIOUSLY PUSHING THE LINE!" Sterner was also trying to control his temper. Hutchcraft attempted to argue slightly calmer...

"And another thing, sir, there are safer and easier ways to train in combat other than to actually engage in combat" Hutchcraft tried to stay as calm as possible.

"Which is what we're doing here ..." Sterner argued.

"Technically yes, but there are better ways of training that dont involve almost dying" Hutchcraft's adrenline had obviously stopped pumping around his body.

"Listen, I suggest that the Security department should meet up sometime and try and work something out, I'm sure a lot of Security is against this training" The Junior-Grade lieutenant spoke a bit more easily.

"Very well, Lieutenant, I'll contact Quall" Sterner tapped his comm-badge. No response.

"Computer, where is Lieutenant JG Quall?" Sterner spoke into the emptiness.

"Lieutenant JG Quall is currently in Sickbay" came a firm female voice. Sterner and Hutchcraft looked at each other.

Within minutes, Hutchcraft and Sterner were back in sickbay. An annoyed group of doctors were running around healing most of the department.

"Ryan, are you okay" Sterner went up towards the newest victim of the holodeck.

"He needs rest, he has recieved a nasty wound." a doctor spoke to the two officers.

Hutchcraft dared not say a word. This was getting very serious.

"Listen, sir, it's my shift now, I suggest we get most of security, the officers who are still healthy, to meet up at the end of the gamma shift, and at the start of the alpha shift. That should include you, sir, myself, Ensigns K'arta, Sobra, Lon, and Lieutenant Quall and Ensign Enquist if they actually recover ..." Hutchcraft spoke with a very serious voice, something that was unlike him.

Dead Clare

(T'Lein's quarter. 3 hours later)

T'Lein opened his eyes...he felt as though his body and mind had been reborn. He felt focused and secure in knowing that logic filled every vein in his body.

T'Lein, after folding the mat he sat on to meditate, walked over to the replicator and asked for a cold glass of egg nog. He knew very well that the beverage was a human drink, but it was his favorite among the many other human beverages he had previously sampled. The computer complied and the glass of egg nog materialized on the pad. T'Lein picked the glass up off the pad and, without moving even an inch, sampled the thick yellow beverage. "Ahhhhh perfect", he said.

T'Lein recalled that he had not spoken with his mom recently. The time span was mostly due to the unwarranted circumstances the Galaxy recently faced. T'Lein decided to send a communique to his mother back on Vulcan.

"Computer, I wish to send a message to Vulcan." The computer responded...[Please proceed with your message Lt. Stovok T'Lein]

TO: DR. l'NAL T'LEIN

FROM: LT. STOVOK T'LEIN

SUB: GREETINGS

Greetings mother. I am well. Previous circumstances delayed my sending you a communique before this time. However, I wish to convey to you that the USS Galaxy is a fine ship and I am well comforted by my surroundings and the crew whom I serve with. I take it your work in the northern region is proceeding without difficulty?

I have recently been promoted to Lt. My position remains as Chief Operations Officer. I am in no discomfort with this fact. I continue to do my best and logic guides me well in my current position.

I must discontinue this message now. As the humans say, "Duty calls." Respond when it is convenient for you.

Lt. Stovok T'Lein

Computer, end message make a record of it in my personal logs. [Message recorded in your personal log Lt. Stovok T'Lein]

Computer, send message to the Vulcan intra-planetary communications net for dispatchment.

[Message sent.]

Lt. Stovok T'Lein
Chief Ops Officer
USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"Listen, sir, it's my shift now, I suggest we get most of security, the officers who are still healthy, to meet up at the end of the gamma shift, and at the start of the alpha shift. That should include you, sir, myself, Ensigns K'arta, Sobra, Lon, and Lieutenant Quall and Ensign Enquist if they actually recover ..." Hutchcraft spoke with a very serious voice, something that was unlike him.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but Ensign Enquist won't be able to leave sickbay for a couple of days." the doctor said as she heard of the forthcoming meeting.

"And what about the others?" Joerg asked.

"If they don't do anymore such 'things' they'll soon be ok again. And they can of course participate in the meeting." Doctor Rousseau replied.

Relieved to hear, that Lieutenant Quall was soon on his feet again, Joerg now answered Andrew's request for the meeting.

"Ok Lieutenant, we'll meet tomorrow morning at 600 hours in the observation lounge. Just check with Commander Jamson or Captain Price, if there is another meeting scheduled at the same time. If there is, we'll meet in the security office. Since this is your shift now, please inform the other participates of the meeting. I have to go to bed now."

"Yes and good night sir." Andrew friendly replied.

It seemed he also wanted to bring this whole matter to an end.

*********** Observation Lounge 6:00 ***********

Joerg was the last of the security personal to enter the lounge, although he was in time. When he enter the room the mumbling of the crowd quickly came to an end. He went to a seat and sat down, as did the rest of the officers.

Lieutenant Hutchcraft stood up and started to talk about the problems, they were about to discuss.

"You all probably know why this meeting takes place. Nevertheless I'll summarize it again, so that everyone knows what we are talking about."

He went to a display mounted on one of the walls and pressed some buttons. A list of security officers appeared on the display.

"These are only the injuries from the last two days. Nearly 60 percent of the security personal, that trained with the holoprograms, were injured. Not to mention Ensign Enquist, who nearly was killed by one of the programs." Andrew tried to explain.

"Which was a malfunction of the holodeck itself, not of the program." Joerg quickly added.

"Yes, that's correct." Hutchcraft had to admit. "But the most injuries, that occurred in the last two days are from a program, that is used to train the skill to fight with ancient and up-of-date weapons. I think we should discuss this training method of yours, sir." Andrew addressed the last sentence directly to Sterner.

Trying to explain his motives, Joerg stood up.

"I must admit, that there were some minor injuries from my program, and I also understand your concern about the up-of-date weaponry. But on the other hand you must understand that there may come a time, where this training might become useful." Joerg not directly addressed Andrew, but also all the other security officers in the room.

"Consider this, you are on an away mission on a planet, which hasn't reached a certain level of development, and their inhabitants still fight each other with primitive weapons, such as swords. You may return, that you have phasers with you on the mission. This is true, but in the worst case they somehow are nonfunctional or you may have lost them."

Joerg takes a small pause to take some breath. After that he continued to share his reasons with the rest of his team.

"In times like this your life and that of your team members depends on your skills of unarmed or out-of-date weapon combat." Joerg said.

"That is a very unlikely event, but if this should happen, I am capable of defending myself with my bare hands." Lieutenant Hutchcraft replied.

"Yes, YOU are, but what about the others? Do you think everyone in this room is an expert in hand-to-hand combat? That's why they should train their skills on the holodeck." Joerg returns.

The discussion continued for a while, but soon it became clear to the Chief how this could be best resolved.

"All right, I think I know a perfect solution for our little problem. Each of you continues to use the usual training, such as target practicing and hand-to-hand combat. The new programs, that were introduced by myself are still available, but no longer part of everyone's trainings program. However if you want to use them, you may of course do so. Is that satisfying for everyone?"

Joerg looks around to see most of his team agree with him. Even Hutchcraft seems to like his idea.

"Well if there isn't anything else, you are dismissed." Joerg ended the meeting, as he saw that the alpha shift already begun. After that he returned to his office to inform the rest of the security staff of the changed training schedule.

Lieutenant Joerg Sterner
Chief of Security - USS Galaxy NCC-70637

Captain's Log: Stardate 49701.13

The USS Galaxy has broken short it's study of the forming class 7 nebula in order to rendezvous with Admiral Blair at Earth for his transport to Outpost station 53. We are presently in route to Earth now.

Captain Price manually deactivated his desktop Padd. He then sat back in his chair for a moment pondering why Admiral Blair had chosen the Galaxy for this mission. "Must want to see his grandson I suppose." The Captain thought.

Activating the intra ship comm channel at his desk, Captain Price says "Commander Jamson, Lieutenant Commander Coe, please report to my ready room."

Moments later the two officers were standing before the Captain.

"At ease gentlemen." Captain Price waited until the two officers relaxed their stances a bit before continuing. "Commander Jamson, as you know Lieutenant Commander Coe has been the commanding officer on Gamma shift for the past several months."

"Yes Sir." Commander Jamson replied.

"You also are aware that the Galaxy has been without a second officer since the incident that disabled Lieutenant Commander Shelby."

"Yes Sir." Jamson replied with a straight face. Coe couldn't help but smile slightly. He felt bad, for they were talking of a fallen fellow officer, but he couldn't help himself, he knew what the Captain was about to say next.

"I would like to make Lieutenant Commander Coe the official Second officer of the USS Galaxy." Turning his gaze to the smiling Coe, Captain Price continued. "It will be Lieutenant Commander Coe's responsibility to assume your Executive Officer's duties when you are otherwise assigned. On special projects, or away team missions." Captain Price returned Coe's grin slightly as he turned back to Jamson. "I'd like you to take him under your wing 'mate. Teach him all that you can about the duties the Executive Officer carries out on a starship. That way when he has to fill in for you, he will be prepared."

"It will be my pleasure Captain." Turning to Coe, Jamson adds. "Congratulations Second Officer."

Coe smiles, eyes sparkling. "Thank you Sir. And thank you Captain. I won't let you down Sir."

Captain Price smiles and acknowledges the Lieutenant Commander with his eyes. Commander Jamson then asks, "Captain. Can you tell us anything of our current assignment?"

Price shakes his head. "I'm afraid I don't have very much to tell you at this time. Admiral Blair has requested that the USS Galaxy transport him from Earth to Outpost station 53. The only explanation I have received is it is a classified mission."

Jamson nods at the Captain's remarks. Coe asks, "Isn't Outpost station 53 one of the many surveillance stations along the Romulan Neutral Zone Captain?"

"That is correct Commander. Other than being near the Neutral Zone, you could say it's in the middle of nowhere. I can't imagine why the Admiral wants to go there. Hopefully we will learn more when we pick up the Admiral at Earth."

"Understood sir." Coe answers.

"Gentlemen. This is a classified mission. Please keep our discussions here to yourselves. Dismissed." The Captain reminded.

"Yes Sir" both men replied in unison. Then they each turned and exited the Captain ready room. As the two men walked onto the bridge, each assumed their stations.

"Lieutenant Ti. How long before we reach Earth?" Commander Coe asked as he relieved Lieutenant T'Lein and took his seat in the Captain's chair.

Ti checked her instruments before responding. "At present speed, we should be in Earth orbit in 20 hours Commander."

Commander Jamson nodded at Ti's reply. "The beginning of Alpha shift tomorrow." He thought.

She played Dulla, the obedient daughter, who takes up her fallen fathers Ba't leth. They were nearing the finale of the opera where Dulla is stabbed by the treacherous uncle. As Ronni focused on the music, Uncle War'nan came up behind her.

With no real understanding of why, Ronni stepped out of the way of the fatal blow. The blade sliced through her costume and clear to the ribs. Ronni cried out and dove forward with the force of the blow. The holographic Uncle War'nan ran toward her trying to complete it's mission.

She spun and kicked the blade out of the hands of the killer program and yelled "Computer - End program!!" with all of her strength.

The room returned to it's default black and yellow. Holding onto the shredded costume she stumbled toward the door of the holodeck, slipping on her own blood, and out into the hall way where she promptly collapsed.

It was morning and Commander Jamson finished his shift and was on his way to his quarters.

"Mr.Coe, you have the Bridge" Jamson got up and headed toward the turbolift.

"Aye Sir, have a good sleep." Coe said.

"I will, you can be sure of that." Jamson replied and entered the turbolift.

****Jamson's quarters****

As Jamson entered his quarters his comm badge beeped "Commander? are you still awake?" T'Lein asked Jamson.

"Well Lieutenant, I was just about going to sleep, what is it?" Jamson was really tired.

"Well Sir....there is a Petty Officer named Coal, he wants to speak with you." T'Lein said.

"Lieutenant, can't he speak with you? and what is it that he wanna speak about?" Jamson closed his eyes.

"Sir, Petty Officer Coal is incharge on the Ship Stores and he insists on speaking with you."

"Very well Lieutenant..." Jamson said and exited his quarters.

****Ship Stores****

Jamson was shocked when he entered the Ship Stores, there was popcorn all over the place "What happened here?" Jamson asked one of the Officers that were cleaning the floor.

"What happened?! I'll tell you what happened! someone had a party last night!" The officer was furious.

"Are you Petty Officer Colle?" Jamson asked the young officer.

"Yes I am...are you Commander...Jamson?" The Petty Officer noticed Jamson's pips.

"Yes...and I just finished my night shift, I'm really tired...can you please tell me what happened here?" Jamson looked at Colle.

"Sir...I'm sorry for shouting like that...It's just..." Colle stood at attention and so did the others in the room.

"It's ok Officer Colle, dismissed" Jamson started to get angry.

"Well Sir...I woke up this morning happy than ever, it was a new day and I felt lucky and..." Colle was interupted by Jamson "Get to the point, Officer..."

"Well anyway, in the morning when I entered here, I was shocked...everything was a mess! popcorn everywhere!" Colle said.

"It looks like someone forgot to clean here..." Jamson replied.

"Exactly!" Colle got angry again.

"I understand, who took the popcorn?" Jamson asked Colle.

"Let me Check...." Colle looked at a computer console "here it is...Popcorn...Chief Petty Officer Thomas Jensen and.... Lt. James Mitchell..." Colle looked at the computer viewer and then at Jamson.

"Thank you Mr.Cole,you and the others can stop cleaning now, because these two are going to finish your little cleaning work in here." Jamson said and got up.

"Thank you Sir." Colle shook Jamson's hand.

"No problem Colle, now please excuse me, I have to punish two Officers before going to sleep." Jamson looked at Colle with a fake smile and left the place.

****Jamson's quarters****

"Computer, send a message to Lt.James Mitchell." Jamson ordered the computer.

The Computer replied with "Recording" and a small beep.

"Lt.Mitchell. Please report to my quarters for your Beta shift duties. We need to discuss your activities last night.

Commander Jamson.

Computer, sent message."

"Message sent." the computer replied again.

Jamson fell on his bed ready to sleep when he remembered he sent the message to Lt.Mitchell only.

"Damn...I'm too tired for this...Computer, send a message to Chief Thomas Jensen." Jamson was about to sleep.

"Chief, Please report to my quarters regarding your Beta duties.

Commander Jamson.

Computer....send message..."

"Message sent." The computer said again.

In his sleep Jamson was dreaming about his home...his father and mother...he felt great...he was listening to a Klingon Opera with one of his Klingon friends with his parents..."Hoooohoooo makchuuoooo! hoohhoooo mekchaaaaa!" the great Klingon voice sang.

Suddenly, the doors chiemed and Jamson woke up. He walked to the door rubbing his eyes as the doors opened. He saw Jensen and Mitchell and he got furious. He could feel the anger inside him coming out.

"Get in here, you two! stop wasting time, we have some talking to do." Jamson looked at the two Officers walking in shaking.

Jamson sat down on his couch looking at the two with a stern expression on his face "Where did you two get that popcorn?"

"Ship stores, Sir." Jensen answered.

"Are your quarters a mess? Either of you?" Jamson asked.

"No, Sir" both of them answered.

"Did you forget something when you left Ship stores?" Jamsonn got up and walked around the two Officers, staring at them down.

"Oh, no..." Mitchell said and added "i knew we forgot something..." he said quietly.

"Damn right you did! you didn't clean up afterwards!" Jamson said and continued "Didn't your mother teach you manners!? I can't believe two Starfleet Officers would act this way!" Jamson was really mad, after all he was very tired and because of Jensen and Mitchell he couldn't sleep.

The two Officers were scared, Jamson looked at them and calmed down a little bit but still he continued to speak with controled anger in his voice "You two are to report to Ships Stores and clean up the mess you left behind. I want that hold sparkling, you hear? Everything neatly put away, floors scrubbed. Got it!"

"Yes, Sir!" both of them said.

"Good. Dismissed!" Jamson looked at them while they were leaving his quarters.

Jamson jumped to his bed "I hope I can get some sleep now..." he said and fell asleep.

"Casey to Jamson." Jamson's comm badge beeped again.

"What now!!!?!??"

Commander Michael Jamson
FO/XO
USS Galaxy

" Lt.Commander Coe, report to the Captain's ready room." The computers voice startled Coe from his sleep as he rolled over, moaning with pleasure. He felt good due to his recent promotion.

He quickly showered and got dressed in his uniform, he studied himself briefly in the mirror before leaving his room on the way to the bridge chewing an apple as he did so.

The hallways were empty, only the crew members currently on shift had bothered to slumber out of bed on this charming new years day. He hummed solemly as he neared the turbolift, aagknowledging Lt Sterner's salute as Coe passed him in the hall. Coe pushed the lift call button and soon was on his way toward the bridge, still munching on the half eaten apple.

**** Captains ready room 08:40 ****

".....I would like to make Lieutenant Commander Coe the official Second officer of the USS Galaxy." Coe could'nt help but smile. "It will be Lieutenant Commander Coe's responsibility to assume your Executive Officer's duties when you are otherwise assigned. On special projects, or away team missions." Captain Price returned Coe's grin slightly as he turned back to Jamson. "I'd like you to take him under your wing 'mate. Teach him all that you can about the duties the Executive Officer carries out on a starship. That way when he has to fill in for you, he will be prepared."

" It will be my pleasure sir." Jamson added before turning to face Coe, "Congradulations Commander."

" Thankyou sir, and Im sure, the pleasure will be all mine." The two officers exchanged smiles before being dismissed by the captain. They both exited the ready room together, commander Jamson heading toward the turbolift and Coe, heading toward the command chair. Before entering the lift, Jamson turned and spoke to Coe one last time.

" Oh and Commander, (Yes Sir?) Meet me in my office at 09:30 hours tomorrow morning."

" Okay, Commander, see you there." Jamson nodded and pulled his head into the turbolift, before it took him away to his destination. Coe sat down in the Command chair, being handed a PADD by an Ensign as he was doing so. He inspected the contents, whispering them to himself sofly as he scanned them.

" Hmm, partial power to main deflector array, bought offline 06:00 hours for matainence on the isolinear rods....etc,etc,etc.." Nothing of any interest showed up in the report. He placed the PADD on the command chair's armrest and slowly pulled himself out of the chair before preceeding on one of his "tours" of the bridge, checking each station as he did so. everything seemed sound and well on the bridge and Coe returned to the chair before querying Lt Ti on the E.T.A on earth.

" At present speed, we should be in earth orbit in 20 hours, Lieuten... Commander." Coe smiled as he heard Lt Ti correct herself.

" Very well Lt, you have the con, I will be on the holodeck with Lt Blair if you need me."

" Yes Sir." With that , Coe stood from the captains chair, and headed toward the turbolift, hailing Lt Blair on his comm badge as he did so.

" Lt, I hope I did'nt disturb you. Meet me outside holodeck three in 5 minutes. Understood?"

" Yes Sir, but may I inquire why?" Coe smiled, anticipating the question. Answearing as he continued down the hallway.

" Two words Lt, Tactical simulations. This is a test and will be recorded on your record." Coe smiled again as he heard the groan from the ships speakers.. Yes Sir."

" You dont sound to energetic Lt? "

" Im not sir. Blair out." Coe tapped his comm badge to end the conversation and arriving at holodeck three, began programming in the simulation that was about to take place. Coe finished after a minute and waited for Blair to arrive.

**** Inside Holodeck three ****

" Lt, the following simulation places you at tactical on a Galaxy class starship, the current bridge crew, of the Galaxy, will resume their positions on the bridge, excluding me. Are you ready?"

" Yes Sir."

" Computer begin starfleet tactical training program alpha.beta.zulu, test using USS Galaxy NCC 70637." The flurescent panels of the holodeck walls were replaced by the bridge of the Galaxy, Coe moved aside and watched as the program began........

At any moment Troy's grandfather, Admiral William Blair, would be beamed aboard the Galaxy. Troy waited in his quarters for the Captain to tell him when it is time. The last time Troy saw his grandfather, in person, was at graduation from the Academy, but because of the incident the atmosphere was dreary. Troy was looking forward to seeing his grandfather in better times.

Troy was looking out of the window in his quarters when his comm badge chirped.

[Price to Lieutenant Blair]

[Blair here sir] Troy said, as he stood up and walked toward the door.

[Troy, please meet me in Transporter room two, the Admiral is about to beam aboard]

[I'm on my way as we speak sir!] Troy replied with a smile.

It took Troy a few minutes to make his way to the transporter room, the whole time his pace was between a walk and a jog. He entered the room and found Captain Price standing infront of the transporter pad.

"That was quick 'mate." Price stated as he turned toward Troy

"I took some short cuts!"

"Well then, it's time to bring the Admiral aboard!"

Captain Price motioned to begin the transport. The transporter made it's usual hum, as the Admiral's shape began to materialize on the pad. Once the blue cleared, it revealed a man in his sixties, still large for a man his age. He had black hair that was turning white, and a black beard that was also turning white. His face was rough, reflecting the years of service he had been through. But, in his crystal blue eyes you could see that this man would be the friendliest person you've ever met. Holding his suitcase in one hand, he stepped off the pad and spoke.

"Troy, how are you?" The Admiral said as he put his suitcase down

"I'm fine, Admiral sir." Troy replied

"Admiral sir? What happened to granddad?!?"

"I don't think it would be fair if everyone else had to call you Admiral, or sir, and I can call you granddad."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to let everyone call me granddad!" The Admiral replied with a smile

William turned his attention toward Captain Price.

"Captain Price, William Blair" William said as he shook the Captain's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir." Price said

"Likewise. But now it's time to get down to business. Captain, I need you to call a meeting of your senior staff, and I would like Troy to attend this meeting as well. Also, we need to set course for Outpost Station 53 immediately, time is essential for this mission" William stated.

"It's as good as done" Captain Price responded.

Captain Price turned and walked out the door. The Admiral picked up his suitcase, and also headed for the door with Troy.

Lieutenant JG Troy Blair
Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

"Hey, Jimmy! Pass that bottle! " Jensen was starting to wobble and almost fell over, but James caught him before he made a fool of himself.

"Whoa, there, buddy, shlow down! We gotta be shumwhat shober at de movie, ya know...hic!"

"Don't you wor...hic!...ry, I kin handle it." Chief Jensen pulled himself upright and with one hand, took a swig of the whiskey and with the other, smoothed his uniform(somewhat).

The two of them had left Ten-Forward about an hour previous and had gone to ships stores to find some popcorn but ended up vegging out on a couple of cargo pods getting looped.

"Keep shum of da stuff for later, ok?" Mitchell blurted out.

Jensen ducked.

"Whoa, I ashked for the bottle, not the weather!" Jensen slurred as he wiped his face.

"Oops, shorry, man(chuckle, chuckle). Come on, help me find popcorn!" James proceeded to then stagger through the pods, knocking them over one by one.

Jensen went the other way and together the two of them made quite a mess in the cargo bay.

Mitchells head popped up from a pile of pods in the corner of the hold.

"Found it!" He struggled to pick up a pod. Lifting it up, the popcorn spilled out and in attempting to lift the pod up over his shoulders to carry it, he fell over with a crash.

"Hahahahaha!" Jensen bowled over, laughing.

CRASH! SMASH! When Jensen made his way through the mess and got to Mitchell, all he saw were legs sticking out of a pile of pods. Laughing, he picked up the pod that was on top of James and there he was. Covered in popcorn from head to knees. It was all Jensen could take. He fell to the ground laughing his head off.

"Hahahahahahaha....ooh, my sides....hahahaha.....my head......" James struggled to sit up.

"Funny, is it? Well, laugh at this!" Mitchell reached out to grab the shelf next to himself and Jensen and shook it with all he could muster. Out came a pod!

BANG!

Jensen shut up. Possibly because there was a pod on his head. "Ohhhh....that hurt." Tom reached up to pull the pod off when out came a pouring of popcorn.

"Hahahahahaha, yourself! Now , don't you look sexy!" Reaching over, he helped pull the pod off his head. They just sat there, looking at each other, then they both broke out in laughter.

After they had calmed down, they got up and grabbed a pod each and made their way to the exit. Just as they were about to leave, Jensen turned around at looked at the chaos of the cargo bay,

"Are we forgetting something?"

"Hmmm, yeah! The bottle!" Mitchell put his pod down and made his way through the mess of the cargo bay. Kicking aside a few pods accidentally, he found it and made his way back.

"I got it, lets go." He picked up his pod and the two of them left the cargo bay, not realizing that they had forgotten to clean it.

***Turbolift***

James and Tom were feeling quite at ease, until Commander Jamson walked into the turbolift just as they were leaving.

"Hello, Lt., Chief." Jamson looked at the two pods they were carrying. the bottle was cleverly hidden in Jensens jacket. His brows wrinkled in curiosity.

"What may I ask is in the pods, gentlemen?"

Jensen and Mitchell looked at each other, then Jamson.

"Just some popcorn for the movie, sir" Mitchell said slowly but succintly. "Movie? What movie?"

"The one being shown by Blair and Shtik, sir. Its 'Star Wars'." Jensen said, "Why don't you come along?" Mitchell's eyes widened and wanted to kill Jensen.

"I don't know, I've got a lot of work to do on the bridge. Maybe I'll stop by later. Have fun." Jamson walked into the turbolift and asked for the bridge and the doors closed.

"What the hell are you doing Tom! Asking the XO to the movie and we have a bottle of liquor!" He punched him in the shoulder.

"Sorry! Lets go before it starts."

***Holodeck***

When Tom and James reached the holodeck, they were greeted by Blair and Shtik.

"Welcome, honored guests! Enter through these dorrs and the usher will guide you to your destination. What have you brought us?" Blair was all smiles.

"Two tubs of popcorn for all to share!" Mitchell stuck out his chest and beamed his rosy cheeks.

Blair looked at Shtik with a knowing look in his eyes. He had noticed both their rosy cheeks and smelt something a little strong on their breath.

"Well, we have lots of concessions, now, but enjoy!" A lineup had started behind them, so they sauntered in.

They were met by an usher with a flashlight in his hand.

"Third door on the right." He said and pointed his flashlight in the direction of the theatre.

Making their way through the crowd of people, saying hello's and offering popcorn along the way, the two of them stuffed popcorn in their mouths form the tubs, they entered the theatre.

"This thing is huge!" Tom said, standing awestruck by the sight of the speakers lining the walls.

James grinned. "This is gonna be awesome! I can't wait! Lets sit up front."

The two of them got down to the 3rd row from the front and sat down in the plush seats near the aisle.

"Wow! Nice seating!" The two of them put their pods down in front of them and the movie almost immediately started.

Gazing at the screen, things started to look fuzzy.

"Am I just really drunk, or is the screen fuzzy?" Just then the crowd started yelling for the screen to come in focus.

"BOOOOOOO..." Mitchell looked over to see that Jensen had cupped his hands around his mouth to boo at the screen. Then he grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it at the screen. "FOCUS...FOCUS! BOOOOO..." He continued to throw the popcorn until the screen focussed.

"Yeah! duh-duh-duh-duuuuh DAHHHH, nanana NA na(Star Wars theme). Right on!"

"Psst! Tom, pass the bottle!" Tom looked at James. "i almost forgot about that! Here." Jensen reached into his jacket and brought forth the bottle of Jack Daniels. Mitchell took it, and making sure no one was looking he took a swig and passed it back to Jensen.

***One hour and half a pod of popcorn later***

Jensen and Mitchell were feeling pretty good. The bottle was almost finished. They just couldn't stop talking about the effects. Jensen took the last swig and turned the bottle upside down to emphasize it.

"All done. Hic! 99 Bottlesh of beer on the wall....Hic!" Jensen started singing, forgetting where he was.

"Hey! Down front! Shut up!" Someone yelled at them.

"Uh, Sher Mishter. Shorry! Hic!" Mitchell yelled back. Things were spinning around him. The X-wings and Tie Fighter dogfights didn't help. Especially the Death star tunnel scenes.

"Tommy! Shut up! We'll get kicked out!"

Mitchell looked at Jensen, but he had already passed out cold.
Ian Dickson
aka Lt.(jg) James Mitchell, Science Officer, Uss Galaxy
Lt. Shawn O'Malley, Chief Science Officer, USS Crusader
Lt. Tiran Cabrill. Chief Science Officer, Uss Sovereign

Ensign Thomas Enquist felt the sword penetrate his skin, forcing it’s way into his chest. Again and again, the pain never ended. Suddenly, he jerked up, only to find him strapped to a bed. He opened his eyes, trying to locate his whereabouts. A nurse by an analysis computer, looked up. "Ah, so you are awake now, Ensign? How do you feel?"

Thomas groaned. "I don’t know yet. How long have I been here, nurse?" She looked at a PADD, finding his report. "You’ve been with us for three days now." Thomas groaned again. "Three days! I got to get back to work! Let me out of this contraption!" The nurse shook her head. "Oh no you don’t! We have to keep you here for another day or two, for observation. You were close to death. Had it not been for Lieutenant jg Hutchcraft, you would have left us prematurely. " Thomas could feel where the holographic sword entered his chest, it still hurt. "Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t these holo simulations supposed to be harmless?" She walked over to him, looking agitated. "Yes, they should be, but you and some more security officers apparently managed to hurt yourselves anyway! Why do you ‘macho’ types always invent new ways to hurt yourselves or others!" Thomas could not believe his ears. More had been hurt in the holodeck! Must be a computer failure. Maybe Jack Straker could find the problem, he was always tapping away on his computer at the Academy. He’s at Station Beta 2, right? Maybe a little message to him could get some results. "Listen, nurse. Could you please give me a Comm. stick, so I can record a message to a friend of mine? I guess you have to untie my hands so I can hold it while I talk." The nurse leaned forward, smiling. "I am sorry, Ensign, but my orders are to keep you tied down, so that you do not do anything stupid, such as standing up, and leave before you are healed. I am afraid that you have to rely on me to do all the little things for you, such as holding the stick." She blushed a little, but held up the Comm. stick, to show what stick she meant. Thomas blushed deeper, but started the recording.

Subspace message, Station Beta 2

To: Ensign Jack Straker, engineering officer
From: Ensign Thomas Enquist, security officer

Jack, I am in trouble. I was training a security program on the holodeck, and all went smooth. Then suddenly, the program somehow sensed my aversion to hurt women, and adapted itself. It was hard but I managed until it adapted itself again, taking the face of Svetlana, you know, the PolSci instructor at the Academy. I went inert, and the damn hologram stuck a sword in my chest. If it had not been for a fellow security officer, I could have died! I know you to be a computer Geek, have you ever heard of such a thing happening? I am now hospitalized, completely at the mercy of the nurse, and she will not let me talk any more. Got to go! Call me when you get in again. Tjaba!

***EOM***

Thomas was tired, and his head fell back to the bed after the ordeal. The nurse tucked him in, and downloaded the message to the subspace module...

Lieutenant Commander Teshir Bajoul, Chief Councelor, USS Sovereign
Lieutenant Svetlana Andropova, Chief Councelor, USS Crusader
Ensign Jack Straker, Computer Engineer, Station Beta 2
Ensign Thomas Enquist, Security Officer, USS Galaxy

"Well Mitchell......looks like we got ourselves into a fine mess".

" We...We....Tom.......NO...you were the one who had the idea.....and look what mess you got us into"

"Wise guy...huh.....Hey...next time we won't get drunk...In fact, next time we just won't drink."

"Listen Tom.....We are in loads of trouble and we have to both think of something to make up for what we did. Hey..I'm the one whose an officer here. Just look at what trouble I'm in....What if I don't get any more promotions....what if I get dishonorably discharged. You have to help me out of this."

"MITCHELL......you're worrying too much. Just stick with me and we'll get through this.....and hey you just might skip a rank and end up a lieutentant." commander."

"What do mean Tom.....What are you talking about"

"Well it just so happens that.........(looks around the hall), lets clean this popcorn mess up and go to my quarters...I'll tell you there."

Two seconds later Jensen was sweeping up the popcorn mess while Mitchell was looking at him with a dazed look, thinking to himself "What does he mean? I hope it's legal."

Chief Petty Officer 1st Class Thomas Jensen

Since his injury wasn´t so severe, he soon was back to work, after all, he was a Klingon and klingons don´t stop doing their duty because of an injury.

After some time he and all the rest of the security department except for Ensign Enquist, who was still unconscious, was summoned to a meeting, concerning the holodeck program.

The chief decided to change his order, so that the training was still available but not a must anymore.

He thought about it and decided he would still use the programs, he wanted the exercise.

Ambassador Z´beryl, Station Beta 2
Lieutenant (jg) K´esta, Security Officer, USS Sovereign
Ensign K´Bal Sobra, Security Officer, USS Galaxy
Ensign Jacob Stevens, Security Officer, USS Crusader

"Come in"

The door opened and Shivok entered Cmdr Jamsons quarter. Jamson, who was sitting at his desk and filling out some kind of report, looked up, smiled and welcomed Shivok to take place.

"Thank you, Cmdr.. If you have the time I would like to discuss the recent educational activities and progresses with you."

"Sure, I heard some disturbing news about that recently. So how is it going?"

"You certainly refer to the situation in security. A suite of different factors have temporarily reduced the active staff to 40% and given Dr. Rousseau a busy week. Lt. Sterner has set up a couple training programs by his own, an initiative, which I very welcome. Unfortunately a malfunction on holodeck 4 and a disturbed level of communication between him, Lt.jg. Hutchraft and a couple of security officers caused a series of lighter injured and unfortunately two heavily wounded."

"Who?"

"Ensign Enquist and Lt.jg. Quall. Both suffer from wounds they received in one of Lt. Sterners holo deck programs. Ensign Enquists injuries were caused by a failure in the holo decks security program. Qualls injuries happened on another holo deck, and for security reasons all decks are currently unable to be used.Lt. jg. Capizzi and his team do their diagnostics and hopefully fix the problem soon."

"How are they now?"

"The first ones have already left Sickaby, and the doctor thinks Enquist and Quall will follow soon."

"Soon? How soon?"

Shivok raised his left eye brow and his lips formed a little smile: "The doctor wasn't precise. She rather preferred giving me a lecture on the relationship between StarFleet and the late 20'th century machoism, a brilliant and very interesting analyzes. But their condition currently is stable."

Jamson digested the latest news and thought about the bad staffing condition in security. Fortunately the Academy 'produces" more security officers than ever, a lucky accident, which certainly is explained by the Borg thread.

"According to Lt. Semanka, Hutchcrafts development is very promising. His recent initiative to clarify the situation in the security department is a sign of comprehensive, reflective and responsive acting. And setting him into the position of Assistant Chief of Security was a brave and also wise decision of Lt. Sterner. The security crew now tries to fix their problems from within themselves. This department start to act and behave as a team, and I think, we should support them."

They continued to talk the education programs currently talking place all over the USS Galaxy. After 15 minutes, Shivok stood up and said goodby to Jamson.

Jamson asked: "What's your present for Lt. jg. Shtik's and with Lt. D'tarna's wedding?"

Shivok raised both eye brows. 'A wedding between Shtik and D'tarna? A fascinating idea'. "I haven't decided yet, I will listen to their melodies and then I will decide."

"What? Are they playing music together?"

Shivok smiled and a cheeky twinkling appeared in his eyes. "No, Cmdr., I don't talk about accustic music. I'm talking about mind melodies."

"Mind melodies?" Jamson frowned hid fore head. He had never heard about that before.

"Yes, I perceive my environment by music. Emotions thought, ideas, phantasies, feelings, all is music in my mind."

"This must be ... loud. Can you sleep with all that noise?"

"My Betazoid mother gave me the ability to perceive more of my environment, than most other individuals. My Vulcan father gave me the logic and the rational tools to handle them. And following the logic of Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations I am more than that. My mixed inheritage gave me in addition the musical talent. But I don't hear the music constantly, only in moments of deep meditatoin I'm able to get access to it."

"Yes, now I understood, why could give us the right tip, where to look for Chief Jensen in the last mission. You told us, that he is still on the ship, but has left out time line. Did you hear his melody?"

"First I missed him, but later I've found him, very faint, very bizarre, but still Jensens melody. Psychic transmissions happen on still unknown physical conditions, so empaths and telepaths sometimes perceive transmission from outside their physical environment."

Shivok looked at his opposite and saw that Jamson still had problems with the idea, that Shivok is able to "hear" him ... somehow, and that music reveals something about him.

Counselor Shivok
USS Galaxy
aka Stephane